My grandfather Emmanuel (white shirt) and my great uncle Wilfred (sitting down)…or…The Elders

Shadow of what use to be…or…Use to be

(c) IMOB-Walsh/McCalla

Shadows
Opaque surface rejects light
If the surface is moving
Dancing takes place

Shadows
Lingering in what was
Because the surface has not moved on
Stuck in a vacuum, never ending light

Shadows
The, I of what use to be
Memories of a time  
Sillhoutes trapped in the mind

Shadows
The dust of incense 
Dying embers within
Collect on the ground

No-where bound